#Hath

2025-11-20

Insidius – Vulgus Illustrata Review

By Lavender Larcenist

A Polish, blackened death metal record a day keeps the doctor away, or so I have heard. If so, Insidius (so tired of mispelled band names that make things impossible to search for) is your latest shot of hyper technical, searingly fast loud noises from the Poles. Quietly chugging along in the background, this Olsztyn-based fivesome has been producing solid blackened death since their debut, Shadows of Humanity, in 2016. While the album cover for Vulgus Illustrata may look like it contains some atmospheric depressive black metal, the eight tracks inside are nonstop meat grinders of chainsaw riffing with thick bass, otherworldly drumming, and pure rage. While Insidius plays with the familiar and the foundational, does Vulgus Illustrata survive comparison to its heavyweight counterparts like Dormant Ordeal and Behemoth, or is it dragged to the bottom, each unoriginal idea weighing it down like cinderblocks tied to a corpse?

For starters, Insidius knows what they are doing. They’ve toured for years alongside bands like Vader, Grave, and Nervosa, and Vulgus Illustrata is full of dizzying instrumentation throughout. Tomasz Choiński and Jakub Janowicz wield their guitars like two buzzsaw-toting murderous surgeons, hacking and slicing at every turn with savage tremolo riffs and tilting dissonance. “Orgiastic” leads with a stop-start staccato riff, morphing with the introduction of Łukasz Usydus’s pirouetting bass. Of course, a blackened death metal album would be nowhere without some absurdly technical drumming, and Michał Andrzejczyk is no slouch. Inhuman fills, insane blasts, and rolling rhythms bring cohesion to Vulgus Illustrata, making for an album more akin to a face pummeling than a headbangers ball. Lastly, Rafał Tasak offers a competent if unflashy performance with his barking ferocity and pitched screaming. While the register remains generally on the low end, he has that pushing force that hurts your diaphragm to listen to. Think Cannibal Corpse, Vader, and Immolation, and you have the right idea.

Insidius has all the individual elements, but each track can’t help but bleed into the next, and even at a tight thirty-eight minutes, Vulgus Illustrata can feel long. Where bands like Dormant Ordeal mastered atmosphere, lead-ups, and the ebb and flow of a great blackened death song, Insidius feels too focused on in-your-face brutality. There are much-needed breaks here and there, with some genuinely great atmosphere, such as on the intro to “A Darkness That Divides” or “Censure”, and the entirety of the album closer “Forge of Our Hatred”. Unfortunately, these are few and far between, like ballasts in a storm that leave you hanging on for dear life. I like a good pummeling as much as the next fool, but only when it is consensual.

Maybe it is my undying love of blackened, Polish death metal, but I feel like I have seen everything Insidius has to offer done better elsewhere. Behemoth has a lock on hating god and the bombastic, theatrical edgelord side of things. Dormant Ordeal has technicality in spades alongside great songwriting, incredible atmosphere, and hidden hooks for days. Bands like Hath and Olkoth show that you don’t need to be from Poland to make good blackened death, either, so competition is fierce. Insidius feels late to the party, all dressed up, but nobody is there. They are doing everything right, but it isn’t quite clicking.

To be fair, some of you sick freaks will like getting absolutely brutalized and love every minute of Vulgus Illustrata, singing along as Tasak screams “Shit, cum and blood paint the wall of your prison”. I am not here to rain on your parade, and I don’t want to undersell Insidius. Vulgus Illustrata is heavy, consistent, competent, and genuinely engaging at times, but it feels tired. Insidius has the talent and the energy, but someone needs to point their ballistic missile of blackened death in the right direction for a direct hit. If you are a superfan of the genre, you may get some choice cuts from this slab of beef, but even still, you are better off eating with the bands that brought you here. Another victim to hang from the 3.0 tree, let’s tie the noose and be done with it.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Black Lion Records
Websites: insidiusblacklion.bandcamp.com/album/vulgus-illustrata
Releases Worldwide: November 7th, 2025

#2025 #30 #behemoth #blackLionRecords #blackenedDeathMetal #dormantOrdeal #grave #hath #insidius #nervosa #nov25 #olkoth #poland #polishMetal #review #reviews #vader #vulgusIllustrata

2025-08-20

No Shelter. – Remission/Resolve Review

By Angry Metal Guy

Written By Nameless_n00b_605

These days, it seems everywhere I turn, I can’t help but run into a great band from Germany. I don’t know what’s in the water over there, but with groups like Kanonenfieber, Unhallowed Deliverance, and classic acts like Sodom releasing great records, it’s no surprise that yet another talented group hails from Deutschland. No Shelter. is a five-piece from Münster that peddles in D-beat brutalization with a heaping helping of Boss HM-2 pedal worship. Its latest, Remission/Resolve, is a bass-driven freight train of Swedish-coded blackened death metal, crust punk, and hardcore, conjuring direct comparisons to genre stalwarts like Nails, Rotten Sound, and Trap Them. Can No Shelter. stand in the spotlight with some of the most vicious rippers around, or is it flying too close to the sun, wax wings ready to send it to hell with the rest of the copycats?

No Shelter. is relatively new to the scene (forming in 2017), but it sounds like a veteran unit. Every element of the band feels honed for their specific brand of violence. Thick, earth-shaking bass drives the album, while HM-2-infused riffage switches between blackened death blasts and Pantera-esque grooves. Bolstered by intricate drum fills and classic hardcore 2-step energy, the vocals are equally caustic, calling to mind a truly evil combo of Ringworms James Bulloch and Nails’ Todd Jones. No Shelter. plays with no holds barred throughout the entire album, and each band member takes to their role with a reckless abandon more than fitting for their genre inspirations.

The brutally sludgy bass is the adrenaline-juiced heart that keeps Remission/Resolve pumping. Where bands like Job for a Cowboy and Horrendous use bass to shore up their technicality and the spaciness of their sound, No Shelter. uses it as a sledgehammer. Bass is integral to metal, making riffs deeper, heavier, and more impactful overall, and No Shelter. just gets it. Every riff is complemented by slapping destruction, and the bass gets to fly free or drive breakdowns such as on tracks “Rotten,” “Doomed,” and “Ultimate Disgust”. No Shelter. suplexes the trend of bass-less metal right into the dumpster with And Justice for All.

Another element where No Shelter. pulls its sound from the Swedish death metal sewer is the production. The band wears its Entombed inspiration on its sleeve proudly (if the “Wolverine Blues” cover didn’t already give it away), and the HM-2 pedal is all over Remission/Resolve. Production was something No Shelter. wanted to nail, and Remission/Resolve is borderline perfect in this area. The bass is suitably nasty without sounding like a punchline (sorry Primus, I still love you), the snare drum hits hard without becoming tinny, and the vocals are discernible while still retaining the rawness and emotionality required for D-beat destruction. To cap it all off, the guitar brings cohesion to Remission/Resolve with that classic chainsaw tone that would make bands like Hath, Dismember, and Dormant Ordeal proud.

Remission/Resolve isn’t perfect, although where it stumbles isn’t in songwriting or musicianship. This LP lasts a blistering 32 minutes, but the collection of twelve tracks starts with an intro, features two interludes, and a cover as the final track. While I appreciate the interludes as breaks from the aural onslaught on Remission/Resolve, they vary in quality. The unoriginally titled “Intro” (at least it knows what it is) is suitably sinister and builds up anticipation, but the two interludes are almost too simple musically and seem to only exist to let the listener breathe. An admirable idea, and one that is necessary for a lot of albums in this genre, but these moments would be better served attached to the end of already existing tracks. On top of that, I wish they would loop back in on the musical themes established across the album and in the intro, as it stands, the two interludes “I” and “II” feel like they come from a different album.

No Shelter. ends up with a very good record that stands nearly toe-to-toe with its genre inspirations and rightfully lives up to the bands it references so heavily. Therefore, it is fitting that Remission/Resolve closes things with a rip-roaring cover of Entombed’s “Wolverine Blues,” a song that slides so well into the band’s sound, it took me a minute to realize it was a cover in the first place. “Wolverine Blues” ends up feeling perfectly placed right alongside the best tracks on the album and works as a self-referential closer to an album chock-full of Swedish buzzsaw worship. No Shelter. doesn’t so much rock the boat with its brand of blackened hardcore as it does slap a fuckin’ motor on it and violently rocket across the lake.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: This Charming Man Records
Websites: noshelter.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/NoShelterBand
Releases Worldwide: July 25th, 2025

#2025 #35 #BlackenedDeathMetal #Crust #DBeat #Dismember #DormantOrdeal #Entombed #GermanMetal #Hardcore #Hath #Jul25 #Kanonenfieber #Nails #NoShelter_ #Primus #RemissionResolve #Review #Reviews #RottenSound #Sodom #SwedishDeathMetal #TrapThem #UnhallowedDeliverance

2025-01-23

Stuck in the Filter: October 2024’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

Never fear, the blog’s penchant for deep lateness punctuality persists! It is likely the new year already by the time you see this post, but we’re taking a step back. Way back, into October. I was deep in the shit then, and therefore couldn’t do anything blog-related. And yet, my minions, those very laborers for whom I provide absolutely no compensation whatsoever, toiled dutifully in the metallic dinge that is our Filter. Unforgiving though those environs undoubtedly are, they scraped and scoured until, at long last, small shards of precious ore glimmered to the surface.

These glimmers are the same which you witness before you. Some are big, some are small. Some are short, some are tall. But all are worthy. Behold!

Kenstrosity’s Belated Bombardments

Cosmic Putrefaction // Emerald Fires atop the Farewell Mountains [October 4th, 2024 – Profound Lore Records]

I was originally slated to take over reviewing duties for Cosmic Putrefaction this year, as Thus Spoke had a prior commitment and needed a buddy to step in. Unfortunately, I was rendered useless by a force of nature for a while, so I had to let go of several items of interest. But I couldn’t let 2024 go by without saying something! Entitled Emeral Fires atop the Farewell Mountains, Cosmic Putrefaction’s fourth represents one of the smoothest, most ethereal interpretations of weird, dissonant death metal. The classic Cosmic Putrefaction riffsets under an auroric sky remain, as evidenced by ripping examples “[Entering the Vortex Temporum] – Pre-mortem Phosphenes” and “Swirling Madness, Supernal Ordeal,” but there lurks within a monstrous technical death metal creature who rabidly chases the atmospheric spirits of olde (“I Should Great the Inexorable Darkness,” “Eudaemonist Withdrawal”). While in lesser hands these distinct aesthetics would undoubtedly clash on a dissonant platform such as this, Cosmic Putrefaction’s particular application of sound and style coalesces in devastating beauty and relentless purpose (“Hallways Engraved in Aether,” “Emerald Fires atop the Farewell Mountains”). Were it not for some instances wherein, for the first time ever, Cosmic Putrefaction threatens to self-plagiarize their own material (“Eudaemonist Withdrawal”), I would likely consider Emerald Fires atop the Farewell Mountains for year-end list status.

Feral // To Usurp the Thrones [October 18th, 2024 – Transcending Obscurity Records]

Another one of my charges that I unfortunately had to put down against my will, Swedish death metal fiends Feral’s fourth salvo To Usurp the Thrones deserves a spotlight here. Where Flesh for Funerals Eternal impressed me as my introduction to the band and, arguably, my introduction to modern buzzsaw Swedeath, To Usurp the Thrones impresses me as a singularly vicious record in the style. Faster, meaner, more varied, and longer than its predecessor, Thrones offers the punk-tinged, thrashy death riffs you know and love, with bluesy touches reminiscent of Entombed’s Wolverine Blues adding a bit of drunken swagger to the affair (“Vile Malediction,” “Phantoms of Iniquity,” “Into the Ashes of History”). Absolute rippers like “To Drain the World of Light,” “Deformed Mentality,” “Decimated,” and “Soaked in Blood” live up to the band’s moniker, rabid and relentless in their assault. In many ways, Thrones evokes the same bloodsoaked sense of fun that Helslave’s From the Sulphur Depths conjured, but it’s angrier, more unhinged (“Spirits Without Rest,” “Stripped of Flesh”). Consequently, Thrones stands out as one of the more fun records of its ilk to come out this year. Don’t miss it!

Sun Worship // Upon the Hills of Divination [October 31st, 2024 – Vendetta Records]

Back in 2020, our dear Roquentin offered some damn fine words of praise for Germany’s Sun Worship and their third blackened blade, Emanations of Desolation. It’s been six years since that record dropped, and Upon the Hills of Divination picks up right where Emanations left off. That is to say, absolutely slimy, post-metal-tinged riffs bolstered by dense layers of warm tremolos and mid-frequency roars. Opener “Within the Machine” offers a concrete encapsulation of what to expect: bits and pieces of Hulder, Gaerea, and Vorga melding together into a compelling concoction of hypnotic black metal. Using the long form to their utmost advantage, Sun Worship craft immersive soundscapes liable to scald the flesh just as quickly as they seduce the senses, leaving me as a brainwashed minion doing a twisted mystic’s bidding unconditionally (“Serpent Nebula,” “Covenant”). Yet, there roils a sense of urgency in these songs, despite many of them occupying a mid-paced cadence, which unveils a bleeding heart willingly wrenched from Sun Worship’s body (“Fractal Entity,” the title track, and “Stormbringer”). This is what sets it apart from its contemporaries, and what makes it worthy of mention. Why it’s gotten so little attention escapes me. It is with the intent of rectifying that condition that I pen this woefully insufficient segment.

Dolphin Whisperer’s Duty Free Rifftrocity

Extorted // Cognitive Dissonance [October 16th, 2024 – Self Release]

You don’t need to read this review to know that the Kiwis of Extorted plays pit-whipping death/thrash. Though not adorned with other obvious symbols, like Vietnam War paraphernalia or crushed beer cans, the Ed Repka-penned brain-ripped head figure screams “no thoughts only riff” all the same. With snares set to pow and crashes set to kshhh, Cognitive Dissonance finds low resistance to accelerating early Death-indebted refrains. Vocalist Joel Clark even plays as a dead ringer for pre-Human Schuldiner or Van Drunen (Asphyx, ex-Pestilence) as the torture in many lines grows (on “Infected” and “Ghastly Creatures” in particular). And in a continued tour of Van Drunen-associated sounds, Extorted’s ability to find a push-and-pull cadence that twists the fury of thrash with the cutting drag of death hits that hard-to-nail early Pestilence pocket with studied flair (“Deception,” “Limits of Reality”). Though a considerable amount of the Extorted identity rests in ideas borrowed and reinterpreted, a modern tonal canvas gives Cognitive Dissonance’s rhythms a punchy and balanced low-end weight that doesn’t always present itself in the world of old. Couple that with hooks that reach far beyond the limits of pure homage (“Transformation of Dreams,” “Violence”), and it’s easy to plow through the thirty minutes of tasteful harmonies, bending solos, and spit-stained lamentations that Extorted offers with their powerful debut.

Bríi // Camaradagem Póstuma [October 11th, 2024 – Self Release]

With Camaradagem Póstuma we enter the hazy, folky world of Caio Lemos’ unique vision of what experimental electronic music can be colored by the underpinnings of atmospheric black metal and jazz fusion. Using terraced melodies like baroque music of old and distant breakbeats like the Bong-Ra of recent yesteryears, Brazil’s Bríi represents one man’s highly specific melding that rarely occurs in this space. The guitar lines that do exist play out as textural, slow-developing passages. On tracks “Aparecidos” and “Baile Fantasma” this looping and hypnotic pattern shuffle resembles ambient Pat Metheny or King Crimson colors, the kind where finding the end of nylon pluck into a weaving, high-frequency synth patch feels not impossible but unnecessary. And on the more metallic side of things, Lemos cranks programmed blasts that carry his tortured, panning, and shrouded wails as a guide for the melodic evolution of each track, much in the same way a warping bass line would in a progressive house track. But maintaining the tempo of classic drum and bass, Camaradagem Póstuma wisps away in its atmosphere, coming back to a driving rhythm either via pummeling double kick or glitching break. Despite the hard, danceable pulse that tracks “Enlutados” and “Entre Mundos” boast, Bríi does not feel built for the kvlt klvbs of this world, leaning on a gated, lo-fi aesthetic that makes for an ideal drift away on closed cans, much like the equally idiosyncratic Wist album from earlier this year. And similarly, Camaradagem Póstuma sits in an outsider world of enjoyment. But if any of this sounds like your jam, prepare to get addicted to Bríi.

Thus Spoke’s Rotten Remnants

Livløs // The Crescent King [October 4th, 2024 – Noctum Productions]

Livløs are one of those bands that deserves far more recognition than they receive. With LP three, The Crescent King, they might finally see it. Their punchy intriguing infusion of Swedish and US melodic death metal—though the band themselves hail from Denmark—has a pleasing melancholia and satisfying bite. Here in particular, there’s more than a passing resemblance to Hath, to Cognizance, and to In Mourning. Stomping grooves (“Maelstrom,” “Usurpers”) slide in between blitzes of tripping gallops, and electrifying fretwork (“Orbit Weaver,” “Scourge of the Stars”). Mournful, compelling melodies woven into this technical tapestry—some highlights being the title track, “Harvest,” and “Endless Majesty”—turn already good melodeath into great melodeath; melodeath that’s majestic and powerful, without ever feeling overblown. With its relentless, groovy dynamism, the crisp, spacious production seals the deal for total immersion. If this is your first time hearing about Livløs, you’re in for a treat.

Sordide // Ainsi finit le jour [October 25th, 2024 – Les Acteurs de l’Ombre Productions]

And So Ends the Day, whilst another begins where I rediscover Sordide. I know not how I forgot their existence despite the impression that 2021’s Les Idées Blanches made upon me, yet all I could recall was the disturbingly simple, melty art.1 Ainsi Finit le Jour arrives with a hefty dose (53 minutes no less) of punky, dissonant black metal that’s even rawer and more pissed-off than their usual fare. “Des feux plus forts,” “La poesie du caniveau,” and the title track stand out as the most vicious, near-first-wave cuts the trio have ever laid down, with manic, group wails, and chaotic, jangling percussion. But as is so often the case with Sordide, perhaps the truest brutality comes in the slower discordant crawls of “Sous Vivre,” “Tout est a la mort,” and the particularly unsettling “La beauté du desastre,” whose creeping, half-tuneful teasing and turns to eerie spaciousness get right under your skin. It is arguably a little too long for its own good, given its intensity, but its impressiveness does mean that, this time, Sordide won’t be forgotten.

Dear Hollow’s Droll Hashals

Annihilist // Reform [October 18th, 2024 – Self Release]

What Melbourne’s Annihilist does with flamboyant flare and reckless abandon is blur the lines of its core stylistic choices. One moment it’s chugging away like a deathcore band, the next it’s dripping away with a groove metal swagger, ope, now it’s on its way to Hot Topic. All we know is that all its members attack with a chameleonic intensity and otherworldly technicality that’s hard to pin down. An insane level of technicality is the thread that courses throughout the entirety of this debut, recalling Within the Ruins or The Human Abstract in its stuttering rhythms and flailing arpeggios. From catchy leads and punishing rhythms (“The Upsend,” “Guillotine”), bouncy breakdowns, clean choruses, and wild gang vocals (“Blood”), djenty guitar seizures (“Virus,” “Better Off”) to full-on groove (“N.M.E.,” “The Host”), the likes of Lamb of God, early Architects, Born of Osiris, and Children of Bodom are conjured. Lyrics of hardcore punk’s signature anarchy and societal distrust collide with an instrumental palette of melodeath and the more technical kin of metalcore and deathcore, groove metal, and hardcore. As such, the album is complicated, episodic, and unpredictable, with only its wild technicality connecting its fragmented bits – keeping Reform from achieving the greatness that the band is so capable of. As it stands, though, Annihilist offers an insanely fun, everchanging, and unhinged roller coaster of -core proportions – a roller -corester, if you will.

Under Alekhines Gun

Theurgy // Emanations of Unconscious Luminescence [October 17th, 2024 – New Standard Elite]

In a year where slam and brutal death have already had an atypically high-quality output, international outfit Theurgy have come with an RKO out of nowhere to shatter whatever remains of your cerebral cortex. Channeling the flamboyancy of old Analepsy with the snare abuse and neanderthalic glee of Epicardiectomy, Emanations of Unconscious Luminescence wastes no time severing vertebrae and reducing eardrums to paste. Don’t mistake this for a brainless, caveman assault, however. Peppered between the hammiest of hammers are tech flourishes pulled straight from Dingir era Rings of Saturn, adding an unexpected technical edge to the blunt force trauma. The production manages to pair these two disparaging elements with lethal efficiency. Is it the techiest slam album, or the wettest, greasiest tech album? Did I mention there’s a super moldy cover of Devourment‘s “Molesting the Decapitated”? It slots right into the albums flow without feeling like a tacked-on bonus track, highlighting Theurgy’s commitment to the homicidal odes of brutality. Throw in a vocal performance that makes Angel Ochoa (Abominable Putridity) sound like Anders Fridén (In Flames), and you’re left with one last lethal assault to round out the year. Dive in and give your luminescence something to cry about.

GardensTale’s Great Glacier

Ghosts of Glaciers // Eternal [October 25th, 2024 – Translation Loss Records]

Ghosts of Glaciers’s last release, The Greatest Burden, was a masterclass of post-metal flow and has become a mainstay in my instrumental metal collection since my review in 2019. Dropping in tandem with several other high-profile releases, though, I could not give its follow-up the kind of attention it deserves. And make no mistake, it absolutely deserves that attention. The opening duo, “The Vast Expanse” and “Sunken Chamber,” measure up fully to The Greatest Burden, though it takes a few spins for that to become clear. Both use repetitive patterns more than before, but closer listens reveal how subtle variations and evolution of each cycle build gradual tension, so the release becomes all the more satisfying. I’m a little more ambivalent on the back half of Eternal, though. “Leviathan” packs a bigger punch than more of the band’s material, it lacks the swirling and sweeping currents that pull me under and demand full and uninterrupted plays every time. Closer “Regeneratio Aeterna” is a pretty but rather demure piece that lasts a bit longer than it should have. But despite these reservations, the great material outstrips the merely good, and Eternal is a worthwhile addition to any instrumental metal collection.

#AbominablePutridity #AinsiFinitLeJour #AmericanMetal #Analepsy #Annihilist #Architects #Asphyx #AtmosphericBlackMetal #AustralianMetal #BlackMetal #BongRa #BornOfOsiris #BrazilianMetal #Bríi #BrutalDeathMetal #CamaradagemPóstuma #ChildrenOfBodom #CognitiveDissonance #Cognizance #CosmicPutrefaction #Death #DeathMetal #DeathThrash #Deathcore #Devourment #DissonantBlackMetal #DissonantDeathMetal #Electronic #EmanationsOfUnconsciousLuminescence #EmeralFiresAtopTheFarewellMountains #Entombed #Epicardiectomy #Eternal #ExperimentalMetal #Extorted #Feral #FrenchMetal #Gaerea #GermanMetal #GhostsOfGlaciers #GrooveMetal #Hardcore #HardcorePunk #Hath #Helslave #Hulder #InFlames #InMourning #InternationalMetal #ItalianMetal #KingCrimson #LambOfGod #LesActeursDeLOmbreProductions #Livløs #MelodicDeathMetal #Metalcore #NewStandardElite #NewZealandMetal #NoctumProductions #OSDM #PatMetheny #Pestilence #PostBlackMetal #PostMetal #ProfoundLoreRecords #Reform #RingsOfSaturn #SelfRelease #SelfReleased #Slam #Sordide #SunWorship #SwedishMetal #TechnicalDeathMetal #TheCrescentKing #TheHumanAbstract #Theurgy #ThrashMetal #ToUsurpTheThrones #TranscendingObscurityRecords #TranslationLossRecords #UponTheHillsOfDivination #VendettaRecords #VertebraAtlantis #Vorga #Wist #WithinTheRuins

2025-01-01

For @Kitty's #MittwochMetalMix:

1. #Horndal: Head Hammer Man

album.link/hxqjp4z02kvgg

#DeathMetal #DoomMetal #Sludge

FFO #CouchSlut #Hath #Worm

Hopefully these three will help you to overcome your hangover.

2024-09-19

Blighted Eye – Agony’s Bespoke Review

By Thus Spoke

In crafting their debut LP, Agony’s Bespoke, Blighted Eye claims to draw heavy inspiration from Jennifer Kent’s 2018 film The Nightingale. The film follows an Irish ex-convict seeking revenge on the British settlers who raped her and murdered her husband and infant child.1 Its honest portrayal of the hollowness of vengeance and the psychological impact of trauma are aspects Blighted Eye aims to transfer to its own interpretation of transformative tragedy. In the appropriately epic span of an hour, Agony’s Bespoke weaves a tapestry of hauntingly familiar progressive death and black metal that hides a few gut-wrenching punches in its deceptively cerebral folds.

The unlikely convergence of technical death metal and funeral doom gives rise to Blighted Eye’s stirring character. With members from Aethereus on guitars, vocals, and bass respectively, and a drummer from acts Mesmur and Pantheist, Blighted Eye’s pedigree is steeped in two very different interpretations of grandiosity and heady emotionality. Not that there’s more than a hint of doominess about Agony’s Bespoke, but the influence is noteworthy, as it helps produce an unusually affective strain of progressive extreme metal. I’m reminded of a hybrid of Hath and Alustrium, and even some Wake-isms rear their head, not purely in terms of literal sound, but in the intense feeling expressed in an otherwise niche, inaccessible musical style. From the many vibrant charges of frenetic, key-changing guitarwork and rhythmic complexity, to the swooping soloing and occasional moments of stillness, a strong thread of pathos runs unbroken through the album.

The use of intricate, extreme instrumentality to compel rather than alienate the listener is where Blighted Eye shows its mettle. Acrobatic solos don’t just dazzle with technicality, they impress in their development of the predominantly mournful themes (“In Enmity,” “A Feast for Worms”). Undulating, punctuating percussion isn’t just exhilarating and groovy, its tempo changes and crescendos sway the listener to the rhythm of Agony’s Bespoke’s tragedy, telling us when to breathe and when to release the tension wrought in clashing dissonance and torrential blastbeats (“The Wounding,” “Howls from Beyond the Mist,” “A Reverent Stillness”). And the key to it all is some of the most beautiful refrains technical death metal has to offer. With a shivery lick of excitement comes the tumbling main melody of opener “Tragoedia,” almost out of nowhere, yet inevitable from the restless anticipation of cymbal shuffling, and gradually intensifying riffs. With plaintive urgency, wailing lines (“In Emnity,” “Pallid,” and “A Reverent Stillness”) and blackened tirades (“The Wounding”) work together with vicious roars to smash open your ribcage and wrench your heart out of your chest, as the tempos batter you about in this tempest of emotion to the bounce of a fluttering riff (“Tragoedia,” “A Reverent Stillness”).

The only thing holding Blighted Eye back is ambition. As stirring as Agony’s Bespoke is, its strength is diluted by the runtime that overextends the reach of even the strongest tracks beyond their grasp. No song, save the short interlude, “Nightingale,”2 is less than six minutes long, and most could stand to lose a minute or so. There is the sense that the band had so many great ideas, they wanted to include them all. Take, for instance, the decisively dissonant death metal that characterizes “Pallid,” and the haunting, bleating cleans that arise here and there (“Howls from Beyond the Mist,” and the title track). The former is brilliantly executed, and leads to one of the best cuts on the album, though tonally it sticks out and is a little underdeveloped. The latter fits more naturally into the stylistic template but is a tad less strong. The music would also have benefitted from a more spacious mix that would allow its layered intricacies to allow the room to breathe and deliver the impact it is capable of. It’s nothing that can’t be improved upon and tightened up in the next release, though.

Agony’s Bespoke is, despite its flaws, a powerful record, and one for whom even the sin of an overlong runtime can’t truly detract from the impact it leaves on its audience. As it draws to a close, you do feel as though you’ve been on a journey, one whose peaks are worth its valleys. If this is what Blighted Eye can do in their debut, the scene had better be ready when they return to tell their next tale.

Rating: Very Good
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s CBR mp3
Label: Beyond the Top
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: September 20th, 2024

#2024 #35 #Aethereus #AgonySBespoke #Alustrium #AmericanMetal #BeyondTheTopRecords #BlackMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #BlightedEye #DeathMetal #Hath #ProgressiveBlackMetal #ProgressiveDeathMetal #Review #Reviews #Sep24 #Wake

2024-09-18

Be aware: if the red star calls you, it might set you aflame!

🎵 Kenosis by #Hath
💿 All That Was Promised, 2022
▶️ song.link/y/Wibf4s597Uc

#FFO Rivers Of Nihil, Slugdge, Omnivortex

#TomsMusic #NowPlaying #BlackenedDeathMetal

2024-07-25

In today's episode of #MyEverIncreasingRespectForDrummers: a drummer pulling vocal duties as well as kicking the shit out of his gear:

#Omnivortex: Harbingers of Cosmic Death

song.link/07dzwdpg7g3f4

#TechnicalDeathMetal

FFO #AnAbstractIllusion #Carnosus #Hath

By the way, this is also for #ThursDeath

2024-05-13

SYK – eartHFlesh Review

By Thus Spoke

Bereft of a lyric sheet or any promotional explanation, I’m unsure why SYK chose to spell the title of their fourth album like they have. eartHFlesh draws attention with more than its unusual spelling though, with a dark, provocative cover, and the fact that it marks the band’s signing with Season of Mist. The Italian collective have been steadily building on a groovy, quirky brand of progressive death metal, distinguished largely by the cleans of now ex-vocalist Dalila Kayros. With her gone, and the group pivoting to primarily unclean growls, and a further turn, if slight, towards the more extreme corners of the genre, a new form of SYK emerges for the first time. eartHFlesh is a critical turning point.

Describing this album’s sound is tricky, and even when putting it into the most accurate words I can find, still sounds wrong. Imagine Meshuggah but more fluid and progressive, more dynamic. Imagine Hath, but meaner, less beautiful, chuggier. Lamb of God, but, well, good. It sounds simultaneously familiar and totally new. And it’s because of this paradoxical quality that eartHFlesh can be quite exciting to listen to; somewhat intriguing, but not off-puttingly wacky. It’s groovy, heavy, and stompy, but it’s not brainless, and its forays into the atmospheric offset its concrete chords and jackhammmer percussion with alluring depth. Fronting the snarling, growled vocals of Stefano Ferrian has also been a massive leap in the right direction, fitting the dense, chunky death metal instrumentation far better than the cleans ever did. SYK sound like they mean business.

In this new evolution, SYK manage to reach a level of compelling they have, up until now, fallen short of. It’s in the way they build and layer elements while folding in atmosphere that sells it. With an intro of creeping chords and soft female vocals rising into a cry that brings in the flurrying blastbeats and urgent guitar like a storm call, opener “I Am the Beast” starts things off thrillingly. Forcefully minor melodies spill out from ringing notes and sudden ascents of soloing guitar with bursts of insistent gravity and maybe beauty (“I Am…,” “The Sermon,” “The Cross”). A cascading, offset, sometimes even jerky, approach to guitar parts, and their place recurs across the album (“Where I Am Going There Is No Light,” “I’ll Haunt You in Your Dreams,” “For To Themselves I Left Them”), bringing a constant sense of shifting energies. Rhythm itself is manipulated in brilliant ways, with jerky, jaunty tempos and drum patterns providing a weird, weirdly enjoyable groove to proceedings (“I Am…” “The Sermon,” “The Cross”). And SYK like to play with the way they synchronize (or don’t) the vocals, guitars, and percussion patterns, giving hypnotic emphasis in some places (“The Sermon,” “For To Themselves…,” “”The Passing”) and tension-building excitement in others (“I’ll Haunt You…,” “The Passing”). The drums are magnificent, and it’s a blessing they’re so clear. The backbone for all the twisting and undulating tempos, they’re at their best when united with the rest for rolling circular stretches, if not when filling and rolling like a riled-up octopus.

Given how intense and groovy eartHFlesh is, it’s thus a surprise it doesn’t make much of an impression overall. But it…doesn’t. As one whole piece, songs lose their individuality and blur together homogeneously. This is exacerbated by the fact that SYK can’t seem to keep the momentum going all the way through. The group make several puzzling compositional decisions that stop the train right in its tracks, often extending the repetition of particularly grating instrumental or vocal patterns (“I’ll Haunt You…,” title track), dipping into cleans (“For To Themselves…”), or trying to make disso-death out of djent (“The Passing”). And as sorry as I am to say it, another massive factor in derailing the album’s vibe are the clean vocals. While the female singing is haunting and beautiful in certain, dramatic cases (“I Am…”), they become cringe-inducing in others (“For to Themselves…” “The Passing”)—out of key and downright whiny. But the compositions can, in other places, be so compelling and slick, that it’s maddening experiencing these moments every time I listen.

Focusing purely on the good would allow me to bestow high praise on eartHFlesh. The parts of it that are good, are indeed, very good, and represent leagues of evolution beyond their earlier forms. They sound tighter, meaner, and far more polished. But eartHFlesh is a little too indistinct, a little too unsteady, overall, to come with a glowing recommendation. SYK have done enough to get noticed, however, and with their capacity for evolution, I’m sure they’ve got a monster in the works.

Rating: Mixed
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Season of Mist
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: May 10th, 2024

#25 #2024 #BlackMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #DeathMetal #eartHFlesh #Hath #May24 #Meshuggah #ProgressiveDeathMetal #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #SeasonOfMist #syk

2024-02-23

Keres – Homo Homini Lupus Review

By Thus Spoke

Homo Homini Lupus (est) — “Man is wolf to man.” The greatest danger to every one of us is from each other. People are selfish and cruel. This proverb, dating back thousands of years, was chosen by Keres to epitomise their view, that, in the words of vocalist Ares, “humanity is the biggest plague on earth.” Misanthropy is nothing new in the world of metal, and as it happens, neither are the members of Keres, despite this being their debut LP. The band formed after the break-up of black metal group The Crying of Angels, honing a death-influenced, brutal black metal sound. Their first reappearance on the scene since 2016’s Heresy, will eight years of carefully crafted hatred and savagery present in hard-hitting extreme metal, or another entry in the catalogues of forgettable fury?

Whilst wearing their blackened musical and emotional heart on their sleeve, Keres manage to make an album that’s mean, headbangable, and interesting. Violent assaults of blastbeats and d-beats trip their way into stomping grooves, and minor, sombre melodies rise up through tremolos and layered strumming alike. The twisted tones of the razor’s edge technical blackened death, cut through with vicious gurgling snarls (“Eradicate the Infected Seed,” “Immaculate Incarnation of Darkness,” “Pale Horse of Extinction”), recall something like Fractal Generator mixed with Decapitated. And at the same time, ringing, humming hanging notes, cascades of urgently melodic guitar and walls of percussion (“Void and Silence,” “Exist for War,” “Leviathan”) remind me very strongly, perhaps strangely, of Hath, or late-career Wake. Shifting quickly and easily between tempos, Keres ground their compositions in recurring refrains of rapidly descending, aggressively stabbing, and fluidly fluttering guitar that compliment with satisfying precision the emphatic crashes and rolls of the percussion. Homo Homini Lupus is a fun album to listen to.

Much is packed into Homo Homini Lupus, but in a way that’s entertaining and exciting, rather than overwhelming. Infectious, spiky riff patterns (“Exist for War,” “Eradicate…”) bring the gnarly rabidity. Near-core bobbing rhythms crunch and smash for major stank-face (“Oblivion,” “Leviathan,” “Void and Silence”). Wailing, tangled tremolo and spiralling refrains bring just enough beauty to compliment the bestiality (“Exist for War,” “Pale Horse…,” “Until Everything’s Burned”). And it all works. It’s not a mess. Quite the opposite. The smart and slick use of rhythm takes things to the next level, and you can’t resist its pulse. The flexibly shifting energies are dextrous and precise, backed up by tight, technical musicianship. Stop-start heartbeat chugs duet with twisting guitar; little flourishes and squeals accent the sidelines; rollovers skip and little fills abound; climbing and circular melodies weave up and down. And that’s just the first track. Vocals are punchy, enhancing already heavy, powerful grooves with emphatic synchronised timing to drum beats and crashes (“Oblivion”), and roaring as they pass the baton to a rising, spidery guitar solo (“Pale Horse…”).

Keres keep it snappy, exemplifying, as well as the spirit, the literal nature of Hobbes’ assertion that life in the State of Nature is “nasty, brutish, and short,” by making an album that’s as tightly executed as it is brutal and unforgiving.1 Most tracks lie between three and five minutes, and the whole thing fades to a close at just over 33. This is a good thing, because unless you’re paying close attention, Homo Homini Lupus has a paradoxical tendency to slip by without gripping you particularly tight. Give it the attention it deserves, and a couple of listens, and cool little riffs and slick rhythms will jump out at you. But the sound and fury can be, to some, easy to under-appreciate, as it lacks a little immediate bite.

However things were when I first heard Homo Homini Lupus, it’s now a little hard to put down. Fun, gnarly, and kind of addictive with its endless, earwormy bounce and flow, as well as its vicious, mean spirit. For these reasons it’s no surprise that it’s also become a solid gym companion. I hope we don’t have to wait eight more years for the next one, because if things continue like this, Keres are set to release a stone-cold banger of a sophomore.

Rating: Very Good
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Gruesome Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: February 23rd, 2024

#2024 #35 #BlackMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #DeathMetal #Decapitated #Feb24 #GruesomeRecords #Hath #HomoHominiLupus #ItalianMetal #Keres #Review #Reviews #Wake

2024-01-10

Engulf – The Dying Planet Weeps Review

By Kenstrosity

New year, new sponge, same gig. What a better way to kick off 2024 than with some brutal, slightly proggy, slightly technical death metal! How serendipitous it was, then, that Engulf finally dropped their debut LP The Dying Planet Weeps upon my eager lap. Complete with very nice artwork and a remarkably rich and warm production, The Dying Planet Weeps aims to make a mockery of my scoring average as early in the year as it possibly can. Read on to find out if it does indeed embarrass me with all of its brutalizing riches.

Metallum suggests that Engulf’s closest relative is Morbid Angel. Given what I’ve heard so far of both acts, I see the resemblance. However, the first companions that come to mind for me are Atrae Bilis, Eximperitus, Hath, a touch of Gorguts, and a twist of Asphyx. With such heavy hitters as compatriots, two things become clear. Firstly, Engulf set themselves up with gargantuan shoes to fill, risking it all to make a name for themselves next to far more established bands with high pedigree. Secondly, The Dying Planet Weeps will undoubtedly appeal to almost anyone who likes death metal. Raunchy, slithering, and unnervingly catchy, mastermind and multi-instrumentalist Hal Microutsicos’ riffs and multifaceted rhythms cut deep and lodge themselves inside the brain like a botfly. While those riffs gestate in my cranium, Hal’s retching roars and rasps, highly reminiscent of Martin Van Drunen’s style of explusion, create a delightfully decipherable treatise on environmental devastation. At a tight and muscular thirty-six minutes, The Dying Planet Weeps practically begs for repeat spins. Meanwhile, the songwriting’s unstoppable momentum ensures that the album needn’t have begged, for repeat spins are inevitable.

With “Withered Suns Collapse,” Engulf do something rarified in metal: integrate any and all atmospheric introductions into the opener proper. Thankfully, this one is short and effective, leading you to a blistering, bouncy riff vaguely reminiscent of Abysmal Torment‘s “The Misanthrope.” A great way to kick a record into gear, indeed, but the song evolves further. By introducing harmonized variations of the song’s main theme, Hal proves himself a versatile songwriter who understands the critical importance of layering and detailing in this kind of music. This strategy carries over into follow-up tracks “Bellows of the Aether,” “The Nefarious Hive,” and the Atrae Bilis-writes-for-Hath closer proper “Earthbore.” However, Hal’s skill as a songwriter and performer reaches its peak in album highlights “Ominous Grandeur” and “Lunar Scourge.” These two songs, coming it at the record’s midpoint, match the regal grandeur of Eximperitus and pair it with Hath’s ferocious melodicism. At the same time, there’s a certain measure of introspection and a subtle sadness to these songs that add interesting and affecting dynamics to the experience, allowing the record to leave a lasting mark after it comes to a close.

How the album comes to a close, interestingly, unveils its first and most confusing misfire. Why Engulf decided to separate the closing title track as its own instrumental is beyond me, as the piece is so seamlessly tied to its companion “Earthbore” musically that I’ve never once registered when the shift in track listing occurs. It’s a nonsensical decision that adds nothing of substance to the record. Aside from that bizarre, albeit small, choice, The Dying Planet Weeps truly only suffers when compared to its influences. No bad songs exist here, but some of the less compelling tracks like “The Nefarious Hive” and “Plagued Oblivion” aren’t particularly memorable, and even the stronger pieces lack distinction from their influences. There are too many riffs, patterns, and songwriting pathways in here that sound derivative of older works by longer-lived bands (note the way “The Nefarious Hive” follows almost the exact blueprint used in several tracks on Atrae Bilis’s Apexapien). In those sections, I lose myself to fond memories of other acts’ material instead of fully investing my time and energy embedded within Engulf’s.

Nonetheless, Hal has much to be proud of in The Dying Planet Weeps. As a debut, the professionalism with which it is produced, performed, and written is nothing short of admirable. However, Hal still needs to find his own voice to better inform his undeniable talent. Once he finds that unique voice, Engulf could very quickly become a standout in a field of already excellent death metal creators. Good luck, Hal!

Rating: Good!
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Everlasting Spew Records
Websites: engulfdm.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/engulfdm
Releases Worldwide: January 12th, 2024

#2024 #30 #AbysmalTorment #AmericanMetal #AtraeBilis #BrutalDeathMetal #DeathMetal #Engulf #EverlastingSpewRecords #Eximperitus #Gorguts #Hath #Jan24 #MorbidAngel #ProgressiveDeathMetal #Review #Reviews #TechnicalDeathMetal #TheDyingPlanetWeeps

2024-01-09

After today's 1001Albums and my Amorphis Metaljourney, it is time to revisit my album of the year 2022:

💿 All That Was Promised by #Hath

album.link/y/OLAK5uy_m_Zg924ke

#TomsMusic #NowPlaying #AllThatWasPromised

2023-05-09
2023-02-14

#30MoreSongsChallenge

#Day39 – A Fresh Favorite
A song that’s been released less than a year ago.

I was going to pick #Screamer, but @pro already did that so I'm gonna go with one that was released last year, which would have been on top of my #AOTY2022 list, if I had one:

#Hath - Kenosis

But wait... no... that's actually not true. My AOTY2022 is without a doubt Ghost's Impera.

So I'm gonna cheat and pick a second one, here's:

#Ghost - Kaisarion

youtu.be/pbbP2lubGvw

2023-01-12

Finally there's a short break between all the meetings today. My body was already aching because it demanded that I listen to #Hath again, so here we go:

#Nowplaying Hath - Kenosis

music.youtube.com/watch?v=Wibf

2023-01-11

Dear metalheads, you just witnessed a dude falling in love with a band.

#Hath's All That Was Promised is an instant 5/5 record. A masterpiece.

This is exactly the extreme metal I love. I guess I'm all up for Blackened Death?

#Nowplaying Hath - Death Complex

#MetalMittwoch @metalmittwoch
music.youtube.com/watch?v=2nvP

2023-01-11

What a fantastic album! 🤘 🔥

It reminds me lot of #Slugdge so far. 🤔

And this one adds another layer: clean vocals backing the harsh leads.
I. LOVE. IT!

#Nowplaying #Hath - Decollation
music.youtube.com/watch?v=-9q6

2023-01-11

I'm listening through some AOTY 2022 lists and boy, #Hath's All That Was Promised ticks all the right boxes (so far)

👇 This one is an absolute banger!

#Nowplaying Hath - Kenosis

music.youtube.com/watch?v=Wibf

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